Rivera laughed heartily. 'That's very true. Although,' she said, casting her mind to Rhinnëa and Eyulf surreptitiously, 'not unheard of.' She paused, then cleared her throat.
'My father was human, obviously, and his whole village weren't to big on the monarchy thing, but they didn't actually do much. He was a skilled fighter, but it was my mother who actually taught me- and my father who taught me how to sew, coincidentally.' She grinned, but then frowned. 'Sorry. I'm going off topic. My mother was riding by the village- she lived in a small elven cluster deep in the forest, who were actually on good terms with my father's town, but they didn't interact much. So, my mother was on her horse, while my father was picking herbs- he also used to help with healing, see- when my mother's horse stepped awkwardly, and keeled over.' She laughed. 'My mother was thrown forward, and the poor horse became lame. We still kept it, though. When Nellas and I were little, we had that horse as our own- I called it Snowy. Anyway, my father found a rather disgruntled elf with an angry horse and offered to let them stay in his house. They got married two weeks after.' The evening was dark, and the porch was only illuminated by the dim light escaping the party. 'They never really said much aside form that. They just fell in love.' She sighed. 'I guess elves, they fall in love pretty strongly. So my father was stuck with her.'
Rivera paused, before grimacing. 'Wow. I didn't mean to say that much.'